I believe I'm a fairly normal 25 year old wife. I'm proud that most people consider me attractive. I'm currently working at a publishing firm while my husband is going to grad school. It's a very competitive school which makes it very stressful for us both. But we are comfortable with each other and quite happy, really. You could say I'm exploring my sexuality, but I'm not sure that sexually isn't ambushing me. I can't say whether my random acts of promiscuity are the real me or not.
You might remember, I described an extramarital experience I had while on a vacation with my husband. It did actually happen to me, as surprising as that might be. Improbable, totally unpredictable, things happen every day.
Up to now, my writing has been exclusively for academic and work matters, so I'm not exactly great novelist material. Still, I enjoy telling strangers about it all. What I've written here is also a true story in all the essential elements.
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My immediate boss at work is also the owner's son. He's a self-confident, but sometimes eccentric, middle-aged man. He often engages me in conversations that I find uncomfortable. True, he's never actually propositioned me or insulted me. But he does raise subjects that involve erotic or explicitly sexual situations.
Recently, he told me that he and his girlfriend (who also works with us) belong to a sex-club-swinger group. He hastily assured me it was nothing radical, mainly voyeurism, partner-swapping and some group sex. Well, I couldn't really think of any response. It seemed to me, at least at first, like a kind of staged zaniness.
Of course, he asked if I might be interested. My face must have been beet red when I replied. "I don't think I could do anything like that."
Okay... as I already said, the previous summer I did have an extramarital experience. It was a very sexual encounter with four college guys. I'm still not reconciled to having done it. That was a moment of temporary madness that has passed. At least, I hoped so.
While I was thinking about that, Peter (my boss) was saying, "You and your husband should come check it out. Even if you never get involved, it's worth seeing how things work. Talk to him about it."
A couple of days later, I did mention the conversation to hubby. I expected him to dismiss it as just another of Peter's eccentricities. Instead he asked, "Well, what does this "swinging" really involve?" I repeated everything Peter had told me.
"Sounds like one of those old Penthouse Forum letters. Does this really happen?"
"Peter claims it does. Promiscuity was certainly big with a lot of girls at college and there is a bit of sexual playing going on at work. I don't know a thing about sex groups, though."
Hmm, maybe we could just... you know, take a look."
I was very surprised! "It could be kind of fun, I guess. But would we really be comfortable with either or both of us being with someone else?" Yes, I did feel guilty saying this.
"I don't know. I guess the only way to find out is to go and see what happens. I mean, we wouldn't have do anything if we don't want to."
We discussed the idea for quite a while and finally agreed. If Peter raised the subject again, I'd tell him we would attend, but just to explore possibilities.
As I was sure he would, Peter did ask about it again. I explained our concerns and he readily accepted our conditions. We wanted our attendance to be strictly confidential and anonymous. I also insisted on no pressure or coercion of any kind. Sure, I know...fat chance of that!
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On the night of the meeting/party I dressed in a short, little black dress and heels. It was sexier than what I usually wore to go out, but not overly so. My husband thought I looked very hot. He's one of those men who looks effortlessly good in anything.
The party was in a large suburban home, perhaps a 25 minute ride from our apartment. I saw Peter and his girlfriend as soon as we entered the house. As far as we could tell, there was no-one else we knew. The place was fairly crowded. There was probably a dozen couples. At least, I assumed they were couples.
Peter greeted us and got us both a drink. He introduced us to our hosts and to a lot of other people in a short time. It was something of a whirl. I was happy to see that it all looked like a very ordinary house party...no orgy in progress. It wasn't long, though, before things got more intimate. Starting with heavy flirting, it progressed to fondling and people slipping off to (I presumed) bedrooms.